Paraštuj, Januvari 23, 2009

Tonight is going to be interesting. It turns out that I will have my first overnight appointment tonight. I have never had one of these before - not in an official professional sense at least - so it has me a little bit on edge. Having never had one before I am a little lost as to the pacing of the session and all of the other details involved. But then I am sure that it will all turn out just fine. I pick up things up good and quick after all and there is a good chance that I have seen this client before. If he is who I think he is then it will be smooth sailing on account of his winning attitude and laid back state of mind. Dear god I hope it is not a new client. I think overnighting with a stranger when I do not have the ins and outs (ha) of overnight sessions one hundred percent down is a recipe for awkward clumsiness.

I am going to remain optimistic.

Putting all of that aside until tomorrow morning, the second porn shoot of the week went well. It did not take me near as long to drive there as I thought it would and the house where we were shooting was comfortable and simple to find. Even the photographer was better than I had expected. Most of the time I expect these pornie porn men to be at least a little bit fucked up (concerning trans issues) and high on the sleaze factor like a whole lot. Instead the photographer whom I met was professional and polite if perhaps a bit flirtatious. He and I indulged in some small talk as I filled out the various forms and paperworks which were needed for the shoot and afterward we got down to the business of making smut.

It was a little difficult at first. I did not bring much in the way of t3h s3x0rz costuming when I left for Los Angeles and so I was stuck with the street clothes I had just cleaned. Loose blue jeans intended for men and tight muscle shirts which made me look so butchie were perhaps not what he had in mind. But we made do and did our first shoot in the kitchen. It was a little awkward and I hate to admit that I turned into one of those giggling blushing girls who look like total website first timers once the camera was rolling but it worked well enough. Lots of posing and twisting around into uncomfortable positions as I stripped out of clothing better suited to a construction site than some lonesome man and his masturbation fantasies. I think that he was pleased all the same, though during our second shoot he pulled out some yellow two piece thing which fit a little too snug and was made more from extraneous lace than actual underwears. He and I recorded some standard girl-on-bed-with-dildo material while he told me about his girl troubles. But then we were done and after pocketing six hundred dollars I left. It is not a bad life I am leading.